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The Girl Who Heard Demons by Janette Rallison

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Shy Adelle Hansen hears demons, but she’s determined to make friends at her new high school by keeping her ability secret.

When she overhears supernatural voices celebrating the impending death of the school quarterback, Levi Anderson, she knows she has to do something to prevent it. However, the demons aren’t the ones plotting; they’re just celebrating the chaos, and Adelle must contend with earthly forces as well if she wants to preserve Levi’s life.

Handsome, popular Levi doesn’t appreciate Adelle’s self-appointed role of guardian angel. As Adelle battles to keep him safe, she’ll have to protect her heart, too. Can she do both?


The beauty of a book written by Janette Rallison is that you know you are going to be deliciously engrossed in the world she created. When I dive into one of her books, I do not want to surface again until I am finished with every last word. I know I will always be entertained by clever, witty characters and treated to an emotional experience that is satisfying and gripping. The Girl who Heard Demons is no exception. Adelle hears demons. Levi is the boy who wants an explanation for how she knew to save his life. The storyline is kind of totally awesome, but the telling of that story is sheer beauty. There are twists and surprises that will leave you breathless. This is definitely a book to own in your personal library. Trust me on this. You will love it!

About Janette:

USA Today, bestselling author, Janette Rallison writes books because writing is much more fun than cleaning bathrooms. Her avoidance of housework has led her to writing 23 novels that have sold over 1,000,000 copies. Her novels have been on many reading and state lists. Most of her books are romantic comedies or action because hey, there is enough angst in real life, but there’s a drastic shortage of humor, romance and hot guys who fight dragons. She lives in Chandler, Arizona with her husband, kids, and enough cats to classify her as eccentric.



Key Lime Pie

Because it’s pie and it’s a book, and Josi Kilpack is awesome.

Now that I’m done writing a book (and putting off editing that book) I am in read-and-review other books mode. It won’t be long before I have to get back to the grind, so go ahead and be shocked that I’m posting more than once a month and know that the once a month schedule could pop up again at any moment.

The only thing more awesome than me loving a book, is one of my kids loving a book. I’ve read Key Lime Pie twice now (once before and once after publication) My daughter decided she liked mystery books about a year and a half ago. She finished Key Lime Pie about a week ago. Now I want it stated for the record that it totally ticks me off that my daughter reads and loves the books my friends write, but would rather drink anti-freeze than read one of my books. Kids . . . pssshhhh!

Because my daughter is going to school in a different city, we spend a LOT of time on the phone (because even if she won’t read my books, she still likes to chat with me on the phone). Some of our conversations went like this:

Rae: I am so dang mad at Josi. She’s making everything go wrong in this book! Why didn’t you stop her before it got published?

Me: Just keep reading, honey. You’ll like the ending.

Rae: No,  I won’t! Everyone I like is either a bad guy or written off at this point.

Me (smiling): I promise. Just keep reading.

Rae: Well of course I’m going to keep reading. I have to know what happens.

The conversation after she finished the book went like this:

Rae: Well I’m done! (you can hear in her voice, she is grinning)

Me: And?

Rae: It was awesome! Tell Josi I forgive her for driving me crazy. It ended exactly like it should have.

And so it did. Josi has done it once again, and it makes me happy to see my daughter get so emotionally invested in the story. Sadie Hoffmiller and her insatiable curiosity lands her in the middle of another mystery, one that means life or death, and hunger or starvation. Sadie finds herself in Florida–trying to help a friend, but also trying to discover what really happened to his daughter. What she finds is a web of lies, cover-ups, and of course–food.

The plot is great, the setting delicious, and the characters are as fun as ever as Josi ramps up the series with a romantic twist I never saw coming.
I loved it!

Mockingjay Review

Spoiler Alert!!!!!

Real or not real? This book was awesome.


I finally had the chance to read this. It was my reward for finishing my latest work in progress, and was a well chosen reward. Finished this at 3:30 am. It was a satisfying read all the way around. The conclusion worked for me and no everything wasn’t perfect, but it was *right*

My quibbles were with the whole capital infiltration. It was all for naught because Katniss arrived at the same time as the rebels. She could’ve just gone with them and saved that loss of life. If the failure had been for some greater learning or revelation, it wouldn’t have bothered me, but it seemed to be just a waste of time for everyone.

I’ll be honest; when Katniss voted to do another round of hunger games for the capital’s children, I hated her. I hated her with every ounce of my being. You have to forgive me for not seeing through the subterfuge. It was 3 in the morning and I was tired! When the arrow knocked a new hole in Coin, I figured it out and got over it. When Coin said she’d flip Katniss for the chance to kill Snow, it very much felt like the hunger games vote was the coin toss. If Katniss hadn’t sided with Coin (no pun intended) on that one, she might not have been given the chance to be aiming arrows and keeping the entire mess  from hitting repeat.

I loved the ending. The ultimate ending. It had to be Peeta. Always. Gale was the hot headed guy who wanted revolution and war. Katniss just wanted to live her life with the people she loved.

When I heard there was a team Gale, I laughed. Seriously people? Team Gale? Peeta is the boy with bread. He is the life she wants. Enough said. I loved that Peeta had a reawakening on his feelings for Katniss. He finally saw Katniss for who she was and then wanted her still in the end. Once she’d been kicked off the pedestal–he was around to pick her back up, brush her off, and say, “I still choose you, even though you suck, and make me furious, and are sometimes incredibly selfish. I still want you, because of the million things you do that don’t suck, that aren’t selfish, that don’t make me furious.”

That’s true love, baby–realizing its imperfections and wanting it anyway.

So for me the book was great.  It was good to climb into bed at that hour and put my cold toes on my husband’s warm feet and be grateful for the things in my life–to be grateful for my own version of Peeta lying next to me–the man who knows all my demons, and sees all the flaws, yet says, “I still choose you.”

All in all I was/am satisfied with the book. Though I know it is wrong to covet the talents of other authors. I am insane with jealousy over the beautiful prose of this book. Maybe when I’m all grown up, I too can write like THAT.

Five stars. Thank you Suzanne Collins.

Far World

I am reviewing Farworld by J. Scott Savage, known affectionately to me  (since I am his BFF) as Mr. Savage. This review is also a contest. I know that Mr. Savage has indicated he would be providing Advanced reader copies to the winner of my contest, however the best way to support an author  (and I like supporting authors) is to actually buy their books. So I am providing the contest winner an actual signed, hardback copy of Farworld-Waterkeep. The contest rules are: leave a comment and my ten year old (who has a farworld poster hanging over his bed) will pick your name from a boot. I chose boot because hats are so cliché.

Because J Scott Savage is currently on tour promoting his new book, Farworld, he is unavailable to interview on my blog. But I was fortunate enough to contact one of the main characters in the book and spend some time with him for the interview. His name is Bonesplinter . He had no problems in taking J Scott’s place . . . in fact, he insisted on it. The review will follow the interview.

We decided to meet in New York because Bonesplinter had never been to a Broadway play and really wanted to see Wicked while he was visiting our dimension. He showed up late to the theater, leaving us little time to talk before we hurried in to find our seats before they lowered the house lights. I admit I felt a bit of gratitude once the houselights were lowered due to the hideous twisted scar running down Bonesplinter’s face and the way his silver eyes seemed to roam as if looking for prey.

Me (whispering to Bonesplinter ): With the lights down we’ll have to wait for intermission to do the interview.

Bonesplinter: What? Wait? Nonsense! We can do it right now!

Me: Um, look the orchestra’s already started. We should really wait for intermission.

Bonesplinter: I wait for no one! Do you not know who I am?

Since he’s now yelling, someone kicks the back of my chair and hisses SSSSSHHHHHHHHH at us.

Bonesplinter: Did you hear how snakelike that man sounds? He must be a Thrathkin S’Bai. (Bonesplinter lowers his voice) Though he’s not nearly as dedicated as I am or I would have met him before now. I’ll bet he’s one of those Slacker S’bai.

Me: Yeah right. Let’s just watch the show okay? Intermission will be the best time for me to write down your answers since the lights will be up.

I assume this appeases Bonesplinter since he turns his attention to the stage. I breathe a sigh of relief since I paid hard earned money on this show and would like to actually see it. Bonesplinter might be able to make his business cards look like money, but I have to pay the old fashioned way—with real cash.


Bonesplinter wipes his eyes  and motions towards the stage: ~sniff~ that was just beautiful. That green skin of hers is so beautiful. It’s so hard being the bad guy you know? I really connect with her.

Me: Yeah, about that . . . What first interested you in becoming the nemesis for Marcus?

Bonesplinter: Have you not seen my master? Hello? He’s got not just one Summoner, but two! TWO! You don’t cross a guy with that kind of power. He asks you to off some kid and you do it just because he asked.

Me:  Not that I’m taking sides or anything, but did it not occur to you that the kid has already had a pretty tough life and totally deserves a break?

Bonesplinter: I offered to give him a break. I wanted to start with his arms and move on from there, but that slippery kid just disappeared on me!

Me: This might be some kind psychological need to live up to your name, don’t you think?

Bonesplinter doesn’t respond, but growls at the lady seated next to him. I look around for medical help when she passes out, but her husband drags her off. She’ll probably be fine.

Me: So . . . Broken arms. I getcha on that. Do you ever want to do anything else with your life? I mean, once all the bones are broken?

Bonesplinter: Oh sure, sure. I’m planning on being a great painter. There’s a huge untapped market who would be interested in oil on canvas done with a snake tail brush.

Me: You don’t say? That’s impressive. So you really think there’s a market for that sort of thing?

Bonesplinter: They sell elephant paintings at the zoo. A snake is vastly more interesting than an elephant.

Me: Of course. So, back to the book, do you think you and your boss have a chance to defeat this kid?

Bonesplinter: Definitely. Those elementals are a bunch of fluffy ishkabiddles. They won’t be able to help him.

The lights go down again as the second half of Wicked begins. When the witch comes on stage again Bonesplinter starts whistling. The man from behind us is kicking our chairs again.

Bonesplinter: That witch is a real looker, don’t you think?

Me: Yeah, she’s a cutie alright. Let’s watch the play and finish the interview when it’s over.

Bonesplinter  (standing on his chair and screaming): Elphaba! Will you marry me?

Me (hunkering down in my seat and wishing I could disappear like Marcus does, and wishing I’d waited for J Scott to finish his booktour so I could interview him instead of the unruly minions of his imagination): Ssshh Bonesplinter, you’re gunna get us kicked out, pal. Why don’t you sit down? We can talk after the play is over.

Bonesplinter lets out a strangled cry as the security guards come down the aisle with their flashlights and drag him out of the theater.

Bonesplinter: Jules! See if you can get her phone number for me!

I try to smile at the guy behind us who is glaring at me (as is the rest of the theater) and give Bonesplinter a thumbs up, figuring with his snake eyes, he’ll be able to see that in the dark. I try to turn back to the play, but the guard now has a hold on my arm.

Guard: Ma’am, we’ll need you to come with us for questioning.

Me: Can’t we wait until the play is over?

The guard tugs my arm up, so I guess that’s a “no.” The audience applauds as I am ushered out of the theater. Dang it. I wish I would’ve bought the cheap tickets from TKTS.


Review: Farworld is a must read for fantasy lovers of all ages. I read this in its first draft form while on a family vacation. I skipped going to the hotel pool because I couldn’t stop reading. The second and third time around were even better! My boys absolutely love it and feel I am the coolest person alive because not only do I know Mr. Savage, but I have his phone number programmed into my cell phone and he actually answers when he sees it’s me calling to whine chat.

In Farworld, everyone can perform magic–everyone buy Kyja, that is.

Other people may see thirteen-year-old Marcus Kanenas as an outcast and a nobody, but he sees himself as a survivor and a dreamer. In fact, his favorite dream is of a world far away, a world where magic is as common as air, where animals tell jokes and trees beg people to pick their fruit. He even has a name for this place — Farworld.

When Marcus magically travels to Farworld, he meets Kyja, a girl without magic in a world where spells, charms, and potions are everywhere, and Master Therapass, a master wizard who has kept a secret hidden for thirteen years, a secret that could change the fate of two worlds.

But the Dark Circle has learned of Master Therapass’s secret and their evil influence and power are growing. Farworld’s only hope is for Marcus and Kyja to find the mythical Elementals —water, land, air and fire —and convince them to open a drift between the worlds.

As Kyja and Marcus travel to Water Keep, they must face the worst the evil Dark Circle can throw at them —Summoners, who can command the living and the dead; Unmakers, invisible creatures that can destroy both body and soul; and dark mages known as Thrathkin S’Bae.

Along the way, Marcus and Kyja will discover the truth about their own heritage, the strength of their friendship, and the depths of their unique powers.

So the bottom line is: I read it, loved it, and am buying you your own copy to read and love too.